the innumerable years
full of nobbers
& the transitory habits of murkin
are forming the roaring Bospherous
Syrtes’ self-made minge of spinach
& Upton-on-Severn

Edgar & Johnny
clink to the raiders' spunk
more splendid than the Starkeys'
thin pamphlets & halitosis
on the neck of
translations

you know how no cincture of ropes
worry about you now I long to regurgitate
Bern stars and the sailor's
KY, the seeps of whingers wax
shall worm to no other women, I -
more runched against than runching